Friends

Night had fallen on the city. The only sound Wu Jian heard as he opened his eyes was the snoring of Wu Yong and Huǒ Shuchang.

Wu Jian sat up in his bed, shivering only slightly as the cool night air hit his bare chest.

He stepped out of bed, bare feet padding against the floor, and got dressed. He opened the window, grabbed the ledge, and flung himself onto the roof. Crouched on the roof, Wu Jian looked up at the sky. The moon and stars were bright. They shone like tiny pricks of light.

“Yōuměi,” Wu Jian called.

His shadow writhed as a head emerged from within. Two heterochromatic eyes, one blue and the other yellow, peered up at him.

“Are you just gonna stay there?” asked Wu Jian, reaching out with a hand.

Yōuměi fully emerged from his shadow and nuzzled her nose into his hand. He knelt and rubbed her soft fur.

She had been stuck inside of his shadow for a very long time. He felt bad for forcing her to remain in there like that.